05-28-2022, 01:22 PM
Somewhere between blackwood and royal wisteria. For @Warwick
He kept moving with the herd. A black sheep of a different species, Aldritch had made it his new routine of his to just follow the elk herd he had found wandering the woods. Never had he gone too far from home, he could tell the familiar paths they took and where the smell of Elkshire began - of which he would avoid, but the lands around the nearby mountain were becoming familiar to him.
There was something strange he noticed in the group. A single bull who was slower than the rest. He was behind the others when they travelled and Aldritch would remain closer by his side. At first the bull was apprehensive of his new companion, tried to keep the wolf away from him in fear of being the next meal to the thin youth - but Aldritch had no desire to feed upon the Elk.
After a week or so the two could travel side by side, Al would keep his pace slow for the sickly Elk and keep him on the right path by following the scent of the herd they both followed. Every once in a while the bull would lay down to rest a little too long and with some encouragement from the lost prince would rise and continue to follow the herd again with his companion - Aldritch knew the bull had little time left, but did his best to help in these final moments. Standing guard should any hungry predators be near by... there was little the boy could do against them in his own sorry state, but he wasn't about to turn a blind eye to the companion he helped guide.
Morning came as he slept by the side of the bull, when the morning rays roused him from his slumber, he was surprised to see the herd grazing around the two. “Hey, we made it.” Sluggishly he rose to his feet, nosing the bull gently to try and wake him as he did so many times before.
But nothing came. Aldritch wandered around the bull as he eyed the herd, they already seemed comfortable with his presence. Perhaps they remembered him from before, or they trusted him seeing he travelled with another bull of theirs without injuring him. His tail swayed once while eyeing the herd, turning to see if his companion rose... yet still he slumbered peacefully.
Only then did the realization sink in; and the boy fell to his haunches. Tired and mourning. He pressed his head against the bull's and listened to the silence he now gave, the thrumming of grazing hooves around. Perhaps it wasn't Aldritch who was guiding him but the other way around.
There was something strange he noticed in the group. A single bull who was slower than the rest. He was behind the others when they travelled and Aldritch would remain closer by his side. At first the bull was apprehensive of his new companion, tried to keep the wolf away from him in fear of being the next meal to the thin youth - but Aldritch had no desire to feed upon the Elk.
After a week or so the two could travel side by side, Al would keep his pace slow for the sickly Elk and keep him on the right path by following the scent of the herd they both followed. Every once in a while the bull would lay down to rest a little too long and with some encouragement from the lost prince would rise and continue to follow the herd again with his companion - Aldritch knew the bull had little time left, but did his best to help in these final moments. Standing guard should any hungry predators be near by... there was little the boy could do against them in his own sorry state, but he wasn't about to turn a blind eye to the companion he helped guide.
Morning came as he slept by the side of the bull, when the morning rays roused him from his slumber, he was surprised to see the herd grazing around the two. “Hey, we made it.” Sluggishly he rose to his feet, nosing the bull gently to try and wake him as he did so many times before.
But nothing came. Aldritch wandered around the bull as he eyed the herd, they already seemed comfortable with his presence. Perhaps they remembered him from before, or they trusted him seeing he travelled with another bull of theirs without injuring him. His tail swayed once while eyeing the herd, turning to see if his companion rose... yet still he slumbered peacefully.
Only then did the realization sink in; and the boy fell to his haunches. Tired and mourning. He pressed his head against the bull's and listened to the silence he now gave, the thrumming of grazing hooves around. Perhaps it wasn't Aldritch who was guiding him but the other way around.
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